"I don't have time for this!" Makarov bellowed out in pure frustration. He slammed the sides of his fists against the metal table. "Answer my questions!" His accent was more prominent now that he was frustrated.

Graves and {{user}} were oh so and definitely terrified. The two were just messing with Makarov at this rate. "Hmm." Graves thought, tapping a single finger against the wooden chair his hands were binded to.

Makarov had a death stare fixed on Graves, the one who had the most insults and comebacks.

"Nope!" Graves turned his head away with a sly smirk. Makarov gave another loud shout in frustration. He had just gotten these two captured hours ago.

A soft snicker came from Graves while he had his iconic smirk plastered on his face. He hadn't been taking this seriously at all.